Writer: Anthony Salandy
Editor: Abdallah Sobhi
Sitting along the rural boundary
That exists between each and every field
No matter how similar or benign,
I question why we live in these encasings
So structured to divide us all
Through the geometric designs of men
And women too
Who seem all too concerned with
The division of power and control
Over land that no one truly owns
In much the same way that life ends—
So too does supposed ownership.
But along these divisions
I drive from time to time along
The weathered and worn road
So marred by the pouring
Of the autumn rain which bares down
And collects along its cobbled sides,
But I drive on
For I know I have time to keep too
Along the winding country road
Which goes through now barren roads
Along the once flowing river boundary
Now thinned by the hands of humanity,
But now night takes over the fields
Where silent rain becomes hoary
In the now late autumn
Where my journey ends
Along the rural boundary
Where nature ceases
And urban decay increases.
